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"I'll be waiting."

The words had barely left his mouth when the referee slammed down the red and yellow flag. A sharp whistle ripped through the tense atmosphere in the stadium.

The eight Sky-Piercing series robots moved. The roar of their tracks and servo motors intertwined to form a dense net. Instead of swarming forward, they spread out in a perfectly tactical formation, locking the Terminator firmly in the center of the arena from eight directions.

Directly ahead, the heavily armored, reinforced version of the Optimus Prime launched the first attack. Its massive mechanical arm rose high, bringing a heavy gust of wind as it slammed into the Terminator's face.

The Terminator didn't even try to dodge.

Li Yichen stood below the stage, watching the data flashing on the holographic screen, and his lips moved slightly.

"Tear them all up."

The command cut through the underlying network. The light from the miniature hydrogen fuel cell inside the Terminator's chest cavity suddenly intensified, and a cold blue halo penetrated the gaps in the titanium alloy frame.

All joints in the body are activated at full power.

The high-speed camera on the large screen only captured a silvery-white afterimage.

The Terminator rammed head-on into the heavily armored Optimus Prime's fist. There was no parry. Its right arm, like a javelin, pierced straight through the opponent's prized, thick breastplate. With a piercing metallic tearing sound, the silver-white arm emerged from Optimus Prime's back.

Five metal fingers reached back in.

A shattered circuit board and a sparking battery assembly were forcibly ripped out and thrown onto the steel plate.

The massive, heavily damaged version of the Skybreaker went limp on the spot and crashed to the ground with a thunderous roar.

It took less than two seconds.

On the left, the second fast-attack version took the opportunity to leap into the air. The Terminator's waist bearing generated power, and its right leg left a crescent-shaped afterimage. The titanium alloy calf swept hard across the opponent's waist connecting shaft.

Click.

The second robot was kicked in half. The upper half flew seven or eight meters and crashed into the guardrail, while the lower half stood still for half a second before collapsing with a thud.

A piercing scream erupted from the audience. It wasn't fear, but the frenzy of adrenaline soaring to its peak.

The third and fourth units attempted to attack from behind.

The Terminator didn't even look, simultaneously extending both arms to the sides and striking out. His fists landed precisely on the heads of the two robots. The high-strength alloy mechanical skulls exploded like ripe watermelons. Parts and debris rained down across the arena.

Fifth station. Sixth station. Seventh station.

The Terminator weaved through a shower of sparks and metal fragments. Its silver-white skeleton became a reaper. Each punch carried the force of tons. Expensive alloy armor was as brittle as paper before it.

The seventh robot was gripped by its shoulders with both hands. The hydraulic cylinders emitted a piercing scream. The Terminator ripped its arms to the sides.

stab.

The entire machine split in two from the very center. Black hydraulic oil and sparks splattered all over the Terminator.

Only one is left on the stage.

The eighth unit is a fast-attack type. It has been roaming the perimeter and has not participated in the first wave of frontal assault.

At this moment, it is the only machine still standing besides the Terminator.

Its movements faltered. Faced with overwhelming power and the wreckage of its comrades scattered on the ground, the AI ​​system seemed to have fallen into a logical dead end, its steps halting for 0.3 seconds.

The Terminator turned around.

On the silver-white body covered in black oil stains, the two dark red optical sensors shone brightly in the firelight.

It walked over.

No rushing, no running. Just walking forward, step by step. Metal feet crunched on the wreckage, making a teeth-grinding sound. Each step carried the unique composure of a crusher.

The eighth fast-attack type retreated to the edge of the ring, where its retreat was blocked by the protective net.

The Terminator raised its right hand. Five fingers, coated in hydraulic fluid, spread out and grabbed its faceplate.

Apply force. Grip tightly.

A chilling metallic squeaking sound rang out. The expensive mechanical head was crushed into a lump of scrap metal.

The last Sky-Piercing series machine collapsed to the ground.

From the start of the war until all eight robots were reduced to fragments.

Fifty-seven seconds.

On the ring, the Terminator stood alone amidst the pile of scrap metal. His silver-white skeleton was battered and worn, yet the blue light on his chest still shone steadily. Dark red sensors slowly swept across the arena, like an iron god of war looking down upon mortals.

The whole place went wild.

The shouts of eight thousand people transformed into a tangible wave of sound, nearly lifting the stadium's dome. Some spectators in the front rows climbed onto chairs, waving their red flags wildly. Others excitedly hugged complete strangers, jumping and leaping.

The live stream's chat system crashed for ten seconds. After it recovered, all that was left was a torrent of white text churning wildly across the screen, making it impossible to read any of the individual comments.

The commentator leaned half his body out of the commentary booth, his voice already hoarse from shouting.

"Unbelievable! Less than a minute! Eight robots! All—all of them were destroyed! This isn't a battle, this is a dimensional attack! This is a miracle!"

In stark contrast is Titan Dynamics' preparation zone.

Silence reigned.

The dozen or so top-paid engineers, hired at high salaries, stood frozen in place, as if their souls had been drained. Some were pale, their legs were weak, and they clung tightly to the backs of their chairs to keep from collapsing.

Jack Morrison stared wide-eyed at the pile of smoldering scrap metal on the ring.

That was the culmination of their four years of research and development, costing them $300 million.

The light in his eyes went out completely. His lips opened and closed a few times, but his throat felt like it was stuffed with sand, and he couldn't utter a single syllable.

Li Yichen walked past the ring with one hand in his pocket.

As he passed the Titan Dynamics booth, he paused for a moment. He turned his head and his gaze fell on Jack's face.

"Mr. Jack."

Jack stiffly turned his neck.

The curve of Li Yichen's lips was small, but the oppressive feeling hit him like a real blow.

"Before accusing someone of cheating next time, think about your own capabilities first."

After saying that, he didn't look back again and strode towards the players' tunnel.

Jack stood there, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. His face was drained of color, leaving only a deathly ashen hue. His assistant tentatively reached out to support his arm.

He flung them away, turned around, and rushed towards the backstage exit with his head down. His back looked as pathetic as a stray dog ​​whose spine had been broken.

finals.

According to the schedule, their opponent is the host team, Zhongqing Benjia Team's War God.

The entire audience eagerly awaited to see how the Terminator would win the final battle.

But in the preparation area of ​​the Zhongqing team, the atmosphere was terrifyingly oppressive. The person in charge held an emergency closed-door meeting with several core engineers backstage for twenty minutes.

Ten minutes later.

A middle-aged man wearing a Zhongqing uniform walked quickly to the referee's table and handed over a document.

The referee glanced down, picked up the microphone, and the sound was amplified throughout the stadium.

"Zhongqing Team...voluntarily forfeited the competition."

The audience was stunned for a second. Then, thunderous laughter and applause erupted. No one felt regret; it was just as expected.

The referee raised his voice and pointed to the booth showcasing future technologies.

"The champion of this year's Steel Summit Global Robot Combat Competition is—Future Technology, Terminator!"

The large screen switched instantly. The image of the Terminator standing in the center of the wreckage was frozen, and huge golden letters appeared at the bottom: CHAMPION.

Cheers once again resounded throughout the Expo Center.

Li Yichen leaned back in the folding chair in the players' section, without even getting up. He took out his phone and casually opened the live stream.

Ling'er peeked half her head out from her watch and chuckled in a low voice.

"Brother, the people from Zhongqing just said something very true backstage. They said they don't want their War God to become a pile of unassembled scrap metal."

Li Yichen chuckled and tilted his head back to drink the last drop of mineral water from the bottle.

"A smart person."

The award ceremony stage was set up in the center of the ring.

Li Yichen, with the pure gold championship belt hanging on his shoulder, faced hundreds of cameras densely packed below the stage. The flashes of the cameras turned the room into daylight.

Reporters shoved their microphones forward and raised their hands frantically.

The reporter in the front row shouted at the top of his lungs, "Mr. Li! Why is your robot so powerful? What groundbreaking technology did you use?"

Li Yichen tilted his head.

Have you ever seen someone use a cannon to kill a mosquito?

The entire room fell silent for a moment.

Li Yichen pointed to the Terminator beside him.

"Today's robot is like the smallest cannon in our arsenal."

The crowd erupted.

The reporters pushed forward like sharks smelling blood.

"So you're saying that future technology will have even more powerful robots?"

"Mr. Li! Will that technology be used in the military field?"

Li Yichen raised his hand and pressed it down.

The noise miraculously subsided.

"I mean, I will set up a subsidiary that specializes in security robots when the time is right."

He glanced down at the Terminator. Its silvery-white titanium alloy frame gleamed coldly under the spotlight.

"As for the extent to which our robots can actually achieve—"

He looked up, his gaze sweeping across the camera lens.

"You'll find out later."

After the awards ceremony, the venue began to be cleared.

Li Yichen, carrying the pure gold belt in one hand, had just entered the contestant passage when he was blocked by a familiar figure.

Ji Yanran crossed her arms and leaned against the corridor wall. Her beige trench coat accentuated her slender figure. She stared at him, her eyes filled with complex emotions.

"You looked pretty cool with that arrogant attitude on stage just now."

"Really?" Li Yichen's lips curled up slightly as he looked at Ji Yanran.

"It's fake." Ji Yanran rolled her eyes at him, then a bright light flashed in her eyes. "But this match really exceeded expectations. It was amazing."

She straightened up and quickly walked to his side.

"As soon as I get to the company tomorrow, I'll immediately organize the team and set up a security robot subsidiary. Riding this wave of popularity, I believe our robot will definitely sell like hotcakes."

Ji Yanran looked excited and spoke very quickly. After she finished speaking, she turned around and followed him toward the exit, her high heels clicking crisply and rapidly on the ground.

At the other end of the corridor, the back door was open. Chu Feng had already parked the Yangwang U8 at the bottom of the steps.

The two opened the car door and got in.

The heating in the carriage was on full blast. Li Yichen leaned back in the leather seat, stretched out his body, and closed his eyes to stretch his aching shoulders.

My phone vibrated in my pocket.

He took it out to look. It was a WeChat message from Gu Shounian.

"I just watched the live stream of your competition. That robot... was it a simplified version?"

Li Yichen typed with one hand and replied with a single word.

"right."

Three seconds later, another one came from the other side.

"That's good. I was really worried you'd bring the un-downgraded Terminator to the competition."

Li Yichen chuckled and put his phone back in his pocket.

The car smoothly glided into the evening traffic. Outside the window, the neon signs of Lujiazui lit up one after another, casting shimmering lines of light on the car window.

Ling'er's holographic image emerged from her wristwatch. Her two short legs dangled in the air, and a virtual newspaper appeared in her hand.

"Bro, the post-match trending topics list is out."

"Oh! Read it aloud."

"First Place: The Terminator of Future Technology destroys eight American robots in one minute."

"Second Place: The King of Robots of Great Xia is Born."

She paused for a moment, her tone clearly gloating.

"Third place, Titan Dynamics CEO Jack refused to be interviewed after the race and fled in disarray."

"Good."

Li Yichen closed his eyes and leaned against the headrest.

"Let's go home and have dinner."